[ Boba stares impassively back at the half-clone, studying the man's face behind his blank gaze. It really is strange to see—almost like an optical illusion. One moment, Boba swears he sees a familial resemblance. The next, the man is a stranger once again. Boba turns his head minutely to one side, trying to make sense of it.
Perhaps it's that vague familiarity that causes the man to volunteer to keep watch over him. Boba has to admit, albeit somewhat grudgingly, that he isn't surprised. It still feels wrong, assigning something like motive to a character in a dream, but given just how real this one seems, at this point it's unavoidable.
His eyes narrow at the man's words. ]
I didn't say that. [ He'd only said this was a dream. Still, he can't deny that there's something wrong here—and, if the half-clone can acknowledge that wrongness, then he may be worth sticking with for the time being. Not that Boba has much choice in the matter.
He stands up without any trouble, looking for all the world like he's merely choosing to stand with his hands clasped behind his back rather than having them tied there. A few remaining recruits bustle about them, preparing for their mission. Even now, they give Boba a wide berth. ]
I thought attacking someone would change the dream, [ Boba says, not looking at the man. ] It seems I was wrong.
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Perhaps it's that vague familiarity that causes the man to volunteer to keep watch over him. Boba has to admit, albeit somewhat grudgingly, that he isn't surprised. It still feels wrong, assigning something like motive to a character in a dream, but given just how real this one seems, at this point it's unavoidable.
His eyes narrow at the man's words. ]
I didn't say that. [ He'd only said this was a dream. Still, he can't deny that there's something wrong here—and, if the half-clone can acknowledge that wrongness, then he may be worth sticking with for the time being. Not that Boba has much choice in the matter.
He stands up without any trouble, looking for all the world like he's merely choosing to stand with his hands clasped behind his back rather than having them tied there. A few remaining recruits bustle about them, preparing for their mission. Even now, they give Boba a wide berth. ]
I thought attacking someone would change the dream, [ Boba says, not looking at the man. ] It seems I was wrong.